Retrospect is the death of a nation; to do in the present tense I need to rewind two hundred years ago, which is two years of my life: the inhabitants of my environment, where mostly middle management, were reckoned to gather an emotional feel for the landscape.
Somebody who grows a strength to quash and premote their unfulfilled ideologies. I use this term “middle management” a person that inhabits the same land/environment, whether ethereal/intellectual or physical. Even as these word’s are structured to a sentence, there’s a whole collective you don’t belong factor.
To a hundred yesteryear, this country I belong to, was neutral to any enslavement, a manage of post-modern; idealism. Uncorrupt by any external environment; inertia.
To years ago my country was developed from an environmental sphere, not out of a governed environment, and to this day it is still non-governmental. Although the middle management external to the Internet, my government will always state, to have discovered and developed an emotional bind “middle management.”
In the discovery of any driftwood, to create and build a native language to shelter, I managed to live for two hundred years. And this without middle management. This little space that i belong to in media-faux-sphere, derivative of modern technology; has escaped the attention of any imediate connection; that I have to my waking hour, these members of my inherent life. Externally the middle management of my media-faux-sphere, route to my existential day. That is of you who come without bother.
This equates to a singularity of emotion, all the posts that I have presented in this two year time frame are void of any ethereal connection.
Although without the immediate assistance of this country that I do belong to; the middle management of the world are to ‘steel themself’ and accredit my existential emotion collectively.
I would like to thank the creative communities that abound in my faux media sphere. That belong and change my love of language, and to any of who, that reside with myself, a formitable betrayal of emotion.
2018 Adam Blewett ©
eternal me
This is a word
a word of love
word spelt world
bound to it i am love
not happier or happy
my world of love
truth will see me dumbly
thought i love you
love protects me from harms way
the wealthier of you i am love
my word is the loneliest of love
earth be our world
a world to know of you
protection of health is love
and if my health is ever gone
so are you
2018 Adam Blewett ©
burnt toast
Sydney sorrow
was my could
Warragamba
had run dry
Pixie Diamonds
Via the great ocean road
campsites feast
no bellies for her beast
her man cupped
every third rung
and sort every, clarity
that he need her
that she veiled him
2017. Adam Blewett ©
This place where i once stood
nestled in words of a guesting star
happiness a ritual a tender
a struct explosion of emotion
the recourse from any distant place
my words bottled each night to no escape
tainted in those empty goodbye’s
starring on this place i once stood
only a guest in surrender misunderstood!
2017. Adam Blewett ©
that place we know became our linear memory, those heavy reigns drained us in return; my yearn for this rotten creaking board to cease two lustful obsessive compulsive steps your way receding giftful mention my way this linear board creeps dry with painted pretense reflective through a glass ceiling this wishful kiss of death is deceived true by longing for a parchment tread as your gifted by a dapper thread.
2017 © Adam Blewett
The stings of last nights burnt forest
The undergrowth once dormant, now fore a trees regenerate
For best the seed must rejuvenate
Reclaiming redden sky’s, to rebuild a charred plum
As the world stands blind to youthful excuse
Forest blanket twice explained as the old raven bleeds a look
And knows those wise growth bands of every tree’s existence
Once again sending foliage to blend there fulcrum;
and send the needle to play and become the lore for our life long existence
© Adam Blewett 2016
Australia was green and black
furious fires flickered without orange
black charred gums become sprouted saplings
Australia is red with a white centre
and orange arteries that pump
clear coloured fresh nontoxic poison
1999 © Adam Blewett.
Throw open my window
Let in my high
Love’s rapturous scant
You are adored
So should i be taught
Your call for nigh
2017. Adam Blewett ©
What is your bequest young man
Your silence can only say one thing
I have you content in your jaunt
Your surly eyes an rapturous glare
I know not of your wont
Ice cream is your need
Unfortunately i know not of this ice cream
Hey hey hey your bellow has hit a tune
Still i know no ice cream
My little fellow, your face is the colour of a bruise
Chat not with your fingers
I know not the point
Thou fists of rage, the surly of our desire
Your tonsils i see deep are aggrieved
Yes I know, soya cream is a want for your need
© Adam Blewett 2015
black ink
you slam cold to me
as reverie your excuse
you can’t make
not if i make them
it obsolete
make it function
manufacture them you
its in the veins
don’t keep in need
you won’t get me incorrect
dessert is my price
no word’s in said
its prized that you keep
fashion is dead
trending souls
looks have my words
and you’re never invited
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Ambient almost was tomorrow’s friend
Nights quiet relent has moorings spent
On quite lap rest relent festered torment
Bound to razors edge whose whiskers never plead
Come reach and dance with inner blindfold
Fool me for this tree we flee come you ‘n me
Loaded from torment and chasten heavy with relent
Pride I know you deep though i weep with drown blood
You came not for retort or for two to long
The malice rose with its official glory
The sound breached tantum there was a fell
Should tomorrows beauty fall beneath my cartridge
Would I give no word to a world fool of me
A world ambient in this night’s quiet prequel
In a longing for sorrows torment i find the inner me
A tree of life without circle I trickle this blood thee
© Adam Blewett 2016
Life
Espoused
A snapshot
Of worlds’ make
Including good
Bad very bad
Pleasant interludes
Making the captive
Spiritual
In a reminiscent
Life.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
live truth incumbent forsook income live i climb a steep paramount then belt in collective a cascade of genteel in abhorrent habitat this fold darken crevice a cravat patrolled prized performance sent to live
© Adam Blewett 2016
Grains of distress
The trick to obedience, became my greatest inadequacy, in thought alone my presence of well being had structured in principality; their issue with a independent thought, of thinking thoughts out-loud. Whilst they had claim to my direct ‘introspect’ their introverted enunciation of my day became recognized as culpable to there, suggestion that i belong to happy meals of fast foods.
In residence of abode, calculating culinary, gave thought to my thinking, you see double of where you should behave with gratitude, and in romantic interludes what you have is a recollection of all you know.
This collecting of space resource from our intricacies that you are round with swell thought of our empty tangles one into resting of containing weight.
2018 Adam Blewett ©
martyrdom
Today’s lotion, soothing a companion of well wishes; if embodiment has an out come, give refrain from releasing them words of substance. It is a time within a frame, when the natural inhibitors strongly freeze over, releasing the imprint, reflecting through. Question is boundless with your non speaking way, feeding on a grave injustice, of it cannot be about yourself, for you are his enemy, the guilty one. Rehearsal collapses only in wealth, winding the analogue genocide, as the worldly years reappear, with answers to all lost wording.
The pores seeps her heart bleeds, for an emotional contribution to wake his arresting demure, console in recoiled energy, from foundation you don’t reside to. The tears chocking forth, youthful seasons of abandonment in trust, her purging core, trusting you in a living chamber of hope. The one how you love small.
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Twentynine
Our queen of misery
her rheumatic post appearance
royal after thought from tea of braille
this gifted cup of success
love’s blend be my remedy
play a role you rogue fratelli
with a pinch of spouse
our manner be of blemish
this skeptical scepter i keep
the king and I rule with superlatives
his poison; my royal tea
this nexus he shall impose
laborious refinement
kings riches an indent of blows
the queen of apprenti
brotherhood of apartheid
there is no health
just the climb for your salubrious wealth
the scepter bores platitude
and with each dish
death will annul
so find me more jesters
for you the kings martyr
caustic for revenge.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
I was living with zeal
Youth behold
I was zealous in nature
As you see me old
So zeal
A zealot you can control
Zealous be zeal
And never grow old
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Destination a chore
restorations mishap
my world is round
the crowd woo
my eyes have no doors.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Close the eye
and it will all disappear
lose your sight
and you will smell
be blind
and you will be deaf to all
© Adam Blewett 2015
you live in a time fore me an i eat cred food
and espionage with mine: we sat in silence over her i maze of how lush be our fields of pray here before time I drink the purple milk, you demand a bride a whole in one, i eat your bestowed fermented food with this jolly purple milk you exclaim i languish and fail too find time. It’s the pilsner of this very quest an i tell you about this new drone; i am told about this new phone. Recital of pray i admire your say with every bite of condensed randomness i suckup to find a bride whose at one with me.
2017. © Adam Blewett
Platonic
Barely received another mention, as my words resolve in loving gesture, to patter downward in ponds of laborious tear’s. The quilt made from refining streams of swelter, a knaves housing in compare of his watery balm, the incensed necessity to project in a everlasting sweetness received and spread through, only to resolve in a sycophant few.
2019 Adam Blewett ©
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